Also two big
tears trickled down his snub nose, but these may have been produced by
the brandy.
Well, we were the victors and elated as may be imagined, for we knew
that the few slavers who had escaped would not attack us again. Our
first thought was for food, for it was now past midday and we were
starving. But dinner presupposed a cook, which reminded us of Sammy.
Stephen, who was in such a state of jubilation that he danced rather
than walked, the helmet with a bullet-hole through it stuck
ludicrously upon the back of his head, started to look for him, and
presently called to me in an alarmed voice. I went to the back of the
camp and, staring into a hole like a small grave, that had been
hollowed behind a solitary thorn tree, at the bottom of which lay a
huddled heap, I found him. It was Sammy to all appearance. We got hold
of him, and up he came, limp, senseless, but still holding in his hand
a large, thick Bible, bound in boards. Moreover, in the exact centre
of this Bible was a bullet-hole, or rather a bullet which had passed
through the stout cover and buried itself in the paper behind.
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